A knock on the door

It was late it was dark
A matter of fact
I opened the door
It was hard to react
To the sight there
Before me
So tall
It was cold
And Reality rolled
Before me
No eyes
just black holes I could see
Holding three dogs
Each on leads
One was key

It was Helga
My German Shepherd
Who’d died
Some years before
Flesh and blood
Was denied
A demon such evil
Out Past its head
the darkness enveloped
And my eyes were led

To the baseless foundation
The as yet unborn
What ceased to exist
What was suddenly torn
An aching frostiness
Drifted to me
I felt that cold sweat
Phenomenally
It was a phantom
Fictitious and wrong
A gaseous creature
That didnt belong

Helga was panting
She wanted to Feel
Me on her leash
But Nothing was real
About all of this
Unreality
Knocked on my door
An irrelevancy
I closed the door sharply
Wanting Nothing to do
With this apparition
The consequence true
Intrusive And disparate
Absorbed was I
At the great negativity
That now did lie

It felt like an omen
A bad one at that
Sane Alley stretched skywards
Thats where I was at
The hills in the distance
The road outside black
I heard the dogs barking
All three did attack
The demon the oddness
The colour of night
The hoot of a barn owl
It gave me such a fright

I was out by the bins
In the morning and met
A women in grey
Her dog was set
Fine, a red setter
Pulled at the lead
She’d been over the fields
Both seemed to need
That spell, that exercise
We smiled and she
Spoke of losing two dogs
Both poisoned and we
Felt the disharmony
Knew the regret
I live at Number 15
What they had ate
I have no idea
but they died in great pain
Rolling over and over
They were insane
A deliberate horror
She said to me
Its to do with the haunting
And walked off
To see
And feel her remarks
And the dream I had had
The knock at the door
That demon bad
With my Dog Helga
Who clearly was there
To be the Protector
Her spirit to share

I never saw her ever again
And when there was a knock
At The door I refrain
From getting up
Let them knock let them knock
Let them come back in the light
I Don’t need a shock
What I saw
It will never leave me
Now that is for sure
Its sockets were black
And just oozing with gore
The vilest forbodings
Of that I was sure

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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